[Hook: Tyler The Creator]
You remind me of my Bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
And you got a lot of drive, I’m trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my Bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl, I'm tryna key up
And your headlights are off, I'm tryna see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me start it up and smash

[Verse 1: Tyler The Creator & (Frank Ocean)]
Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame Impala
(It'll get dark outside soon)
And I'm sharing Slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallow
You’re fucking nuts, green top we coupled up
Run my fingers through 'em as you wax and buff my muffler
'Cause I fingered you, you think thе fucking ring is coming up?
(Where the street lights trail, ooooooooh)
Maybе, I don’t know, I think you’re chill
(Ride for)
Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs
And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah

[Hook: Tyler The Creator]
You remind me of my Bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
And you got a lot of drive, I’m trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my Bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl, I'm tryna key up
And your headlights are off, I'm tryna see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me start it up and smash
[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Mmmm, it’ll get dark outside soon (My baby, ride for me)
Where the street lights trail (My baby, ride for me)
You ain’t gotta lie to kick it, darling
It’s cool, we’re moving slow

[Bridge: Tyler The Creator]
You remind me of my Bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of drive I’m tryna keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my Bimmer, smash
You remind me of my Bimmer